Page 3 of Touch Her and Die
“Won’t your fiancée be pissed you’re between my legs?”
That got my attention and not in a good way. One more fucking problem Halle had caused. One more problem I had to solve. And the freight train that had hit me when I’d thought I lost her? That overshadowed it all.
“Do not call her that. Remember. I am in this mess because of you and your fucking moral compass.”
She looked up at me, her nipples peeking under the shirt, the paper-thin thing. My eyes dragged over every inch, and the anger boiled up. They took her in this? They kidnapped her in this? But that wasn’t what sent me over the damn cliff. Dark marks created shadows under the sheer fabric.
“What the fuck.”
I reached down and ripped the damn thing open. I could find a hundred new shirts, but her? No, she was the only one like her and the world wasn’t better for that. The world needed more of her. I needed more of her.
“They did this to you?”
The bruises were far more extensive than any I’d seen before. What the hell was going on? She shifted her body and pressed her pussy against my hand, but I couldn’t turn my gaze away from the damage inflicted over my uncle being a vindictive fucking prick compensating for his lack of just about everything, including humanity.
“They don’t hurt. Nothing ever hurts. Well, almost nothing.”
She nudged her foot between my legs, and it finally got my attention but not for the reasons I’d have liked. I wanted to make her feel better, wanted to make the bruises all go away. If those assholes weren’t dead?
“What the fuck, Halle? All you had to do was wait. Why did they do this? What did you do?”
She bristled, and I wasn’t surprised. I shouldn’t have said it that way.
“What did I do? I saved myself. Again. That’s what I did. And then I came back to my boyfriend. Or maybe I should look at this differently. My ex. Seems kind of wrong to think you’re mine if you’re engaged.”
I punched the bed and her entire body shifted as it shook, absorbing the force of my anger.
“Don’t fucking say those words. I never wanted to get married. I’m not blaming you, but fuck. This is such a fucking mess. And then they kidnap you and they have no idea. They don’t even know you killed my cousin. They just think you’re in the fucking way.”
What did they think now though? They knew they had a fuck-load of headless corpses for sure.
“Parks? Shut up and fuck me, before I decide to kill you for underestimating me.”
The anger still surged through me, and honestly, the look in her eyes mirrored mine. Desperation laced with anger.
“I didn’t underestimate you. I was fucking trying to avoid another war in this family. And now?”
I couldn’t stop seeing her and the damage my family did to her. I saw her and the bruises and her long lashes as she blinked at me not saying a damn thing. Her fucking foot still stroked my cock and now?
I was so hard that I didn’t think rational thought was possible.
I crushed my lips to her. Pissed at her for this mess and fucking happy she was alive.
I’d never felt fear in my life until now. Nearly an entire day of her being taken and missing and I thought my world could have ended.
She kissed me back. Her arms wrapped around my back and her nails dug deep into my skin. I was fucking alive, and that was one hell of a start to figuring out the mess we were in. The mess she’d somehow started and the one I’d somehow let my family wrap me up in.
Every move of her lips had me forgetting the world outside of us. Outside of our mess.
She ran her hands over my back and down my sides to my pants. Her fingers didn’t fumble, and they were never clumsy. She knew what she wanted, and I moaned as she not only freed my throbbing shaft, but her hands wrapped around it and stroked me.
She stroked me harder and harder, and I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to hold on much longer. I’d be damned if I didn’t mark what was mine. I needed to claim her right now, in my bed.
“I hate you Parks,” she said as she pulled her lips from mine.
I licked her chin and nibbled at the skin of her neck.
“There’s more than one fuck up here and you know it’s not all me.”
